Don’t you hate it when things don’t go the way you expect them to? I’m running late today. Mea culpa!
Welcome to another midweek tease, brought to you courtesy of Angelica Dawson. As always, the selection is varied with something to tantalize everyone.
My clip comes from Holiday Magic again this week– a sharp contrast to Georgia’s peaceful stroll through Central park last week.
Georgia was so angry she could spit nails. How could Eleni have been so stupid as to sign that contract without reading the fine print? She’d warned her, but it was just like her to ignore advice that would be commonsense to anyone else.
Discovering it was year-end time, and Mark would be underfoot every day was a low blow, but finding out she’d be expected to be his escort at the Christmas Eve Snow Ball? Eleni tried her best to placate her, but she was way beyond calming now. She hadn’t been this furious in years.
“Georgia, I told you the ball was one of my all-inclusive gigs, so don’t get bent out of shape about it,” Eleni said trying to shift the blame as she often did when she was caught red-handed. “Mark would’ve been there anyway. The organizing committee insisted on it. I told you before, he’s my partner, and the people who are covering the cost of our services want him there. They’re quite annoyed that I can’t attend, but they’ve agreed to let you stand in my stead. There’s no way Mark can give them the slip too. Look, you’ll probably be so busy hobnobbing with the elite, you’ll hardly spend any time with him. I’m sure some of your old friends will be there. It’ll be a great opportunity to reconnect now that you’ve decided to move back and join the living, and you can push your jewelry too. Who knows? If the Governor’s wife likes it, she might want some, and you could have a whole new client base in Washington.”
Georgia shook her head. “Forget it, Len. As Grandma used to say, ‘Whitewashing the pump won’t make the water clean.’ If you’d told me about all this, I’d never have agreed to help you out. I’m sure that’s why you’re springing this crap on me now. You knew I wouldn’t come if you’d been honest about it. I find it hard to believe you forgot to mention this. Seriously, you expect me to be his date for the night? That night of all nights? I’m sorry, but you’re out of your cotton-picking mind!” Her voice rose, attracting the attention of some of the diners, and she lowered it.
Eleni’s lower lip trembled, and Georgia knew the waterworks were next. It wasn’t fair. Her sister could read her like a book—a first grade primer, at that.
“Eleni Jean Baxter, don’t you dare cry,” she whispered through gritted teeth. Maybe it’s good I’m angry. At least when I’m angry I’m not feeling sorry for myself.
“Nobody gives you more trouble than you do yourself. You just don’t think things through. You’ve created this mess, and you really didn’t think about the way it would affect others. You have to stop jumping in with both feet before you test the water. One of these days, you’re going to get hurt.” She shook her head.
“I said I was sorry,” Eleni said mutinously, lower lip trembling, and tears brimming her emerald eyes.
“Leni, sometimes I’m sorry doesn’t cut it. This will be hard for Mark—well, maybe not hard, but uncomfortable at best.”
Eleni giggled. Georgia realized what she’d said, and the double meaning easily attached to it.
“Seriously? You’ve got your mind in the gutter now? You know what I mean.”
Disgusted with herself, Georgia couldn’t stop the heat suffusing her cheeks as her imagination brought the image of the naked man vividly to mind. Mark had a beautiful body. Heat spread through her. The one thing they’d always had was chemistry, lots and lots of reactive energy. She closed her eyes wishing the image away and focused on Eleni, trying to recapture the fury she’d felt moments earlier.
Want more? Holiday Magic is available through Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/Holiday-Magic-Susanne-Matthews-ebook/dp/B00NZET216
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